Hard times I reckon, they give ya no choice You’re gonna try to take away all my precious toys but I was born in money, I’m wisest of my kin I put traps around my house that thieves like you fall in

Trespassing notice, six locks on the door Gun’s under the pillow, you know what it’s for You’ll slaughter me for anything, value on life is down Ain’t no one that you can trust in this wicked town

You’re waiting till the time is right, and you won’t get too far but in the meantime, you’re stealing my car

This diamond wristwatch is in great demand and you’re gonna have to pry it from my dead hand My solid gold statue of Edgar Allan Poe stands in the corner behind an infra-red glow

The keys to all three helicopters are sitting in the jar but in the meantime, you’re stealing my car

System’s in alignment, I built a brick wall Bright lights are flashing, moments ago they made the call My devices are all shut down, passwords protect I’m sittin’ here counting all the accounts that you won’t get